There’s a beautiful boy who’s just seventeen

He should be in school but he chooses not to be

He has a home where he lives sometimes

But he walks all day with his friends and his bong

 

His friend owns a 4x to get to class,

He goes but leaves before it starts,

He has a car and all that he needs

But he walks the streets with his friends and his bong

 

His angel-faced friend has a voice so smooth

He could sing you to heaven with his moody blues

But he sold his buck for a packet of weed

And he walks the streets with his friends and his bong

 

'Life’s so hard, my parents split up

I quit school ‘cos I couldn’t keep up

I tried to get work but it’s winter now

So I walk the streets with my friends and my bong'

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Liz Horwill 2007